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speak i must： i had been trodden on severely； and must turn： but how？ what strength had i to dart retaliation at my antagonist？ i gathered my energies and launched them in this blunt sentence—
“i am not deceitful： if i were； i should say i loved you； but i declare i do not love you： i dislike you the worst of anybody in the world except john reed； and this book about the liar； you may give to your girl； georgiana； for it is she who tells lies； and not i。”
mrs。 reed’s hands still lay on her work inactive： her eye of ice continued to dwell freezingly on mine。
“what more have you to say？” she asked； rather in the tone in which a person might address an opponent of adult age than such as is ordinarily used to a child。
that eye of hers； that voice stirred every antipathy i had。 shaking from head to foot； thrilled with ungovernable excitement； i continued—
“i am glad you are no relation of mine： i will never call you aunt again as long as i live。 i will never e to see you when i am grown up； and if any one asks me how i liked you； and how you treated me； i will say the very thought of you makes me sick； and that you treated me with miserable cruelty。”
“how dare you affirm that； jane eyre？”
“how dare i； mrs。 reed？ how dare i？ because it is the truth。 you think i have no feelings； and that i can do without one bit of love or kindness； but i cannot live so： and you have no pity。 i shall remember how you thrust me back—roughly and violently thrust me back—into the red…room； and locked me up there； to my dying day； though i was in agony； though i cried out； while suffocating with distress； ‘have mercy！ have mercy； aunt reed！’ and that punishment you made me suffer because your wicked boy struck me—knocked me down for nothing。 i will tell anybody who asks me questions； this exact tale。 people think you a good woman； but you are bad； hard… hearted。 you are deceitful！”
ere i had finished this reply； my soul began to expand； to exult； with the strangest sense of freedom； of triumph； i ever felt。 it seemed as if an invisible bond had burst； and that i had struggled out into unhoped…for liberty。 not without cause was this sentiment： mrs。 reed looked frightened； her work had slipped from her knee； she was lifting up her hands； rocking herself to and fro； and even twisting her face as if she would cry。
“jane； you are under a mistake： what is the matter with you？ why do you tremble so violently？ would you like to drink some water？”
“no； mrs。 reed。”
“is there anything else you wish for； jane？ i assure you； i desire to be your friend。”
“not you。 you told mr。 brocklehurst i had a bad character； a deceitful disposition； and i’ll let everybody at lowood know what you are； and what you have done。”
“jane； you don’t understand these things： children must be corrected for their faults。”
“deceit is not my fault！” i cried out in a savage； high voice。
“but you are passionate； jane； that you must allow： and now return to the nursery—there’s a dear—and lie down a little。”
“i am not your dear； i cannot lie down： send me to school soon； mrs。 reed； for i hate to live here。”
“i will indeed send her to school soon；” murmured mrs。 reed sotto voce； and gathering up her work； she abruptly quitted the apartment。
i was left there alone—winner of the field。 it was the hardest battle i had fought； and the first victory i had gained： i stood awhile on the rug； where mr。 brocklehurst had stood； and i enjoyed my conqueror’s solitude。 first； i smiled to myself and felt elate； but this fierce pleasure subsided in me as fast as did the accelerated throb of my pulses。 a child cannot quarrel with its elders； as i had done； cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play； as i had given mine； without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and the chill of reaction。 a ridge of lighted heath； alive； glancing； devouring； would have been a meet emblem of my mind when i accused and menaced mrs。 reed： the same ridge； black and blasted after the flames are dead； would have represented as meetly my subsequent condition； when half…an…hour’s silence and reflection had shown me the madness of my conduct； and the dreariness of my hated and hating position。
something of vengeance i had tasted for the first time； as aromatic wine it seemed； on swallowing； warm and racy： its after…flavour； metallic and corroding； gave me a sensation as if i had been poisoned。 willingly would i now have gone and asked mrs。 reed’s pardon； but i knew； partly from experience and partly from instinct； that was the way to make her repulse me with double scorn； thereby re…exciting every turbulent impulse of my nature。
i would fain exercise some better faculty than that of fierce speaking； fain find nourishment for some less fiendish feeling than that of sombre indignation。 i took a book—some arabian tales； i sat down and endeavoured to read。 i could make no sense of the subject； my own thoughts swam always between me and the page i had usually found fascinating。 i opened the glass…door in the breakfast…room： the shrubbery was quite still： the black frost reigned； unbroken by sun or breeze； through the grounds。 i covered my head and arms with the skirt of my frock； and went out to walk in a part of the plantation which was quite sequestrated； but i found no pleasure in the silent trees； the falling fir…cones； the congealed relics of autumn； russet leaves； swept by past winds in heaps； and now stiffened together。 i leaned against a gate； and looked into an empty field where no sheep were feeding； where the short grass was nipped and blanched。 it was a very grey day； a most opaque sky； “onding on snaw；” canopied all； thence flakes felt it intervals； which settled on the hard path and on the hoary lea without melting。 i stood； a wretched child enough； whispering to myself over and over again； “what shall i do？—what shall i do？”
all at once i heard a clear voice call； “miss jane！ where are you？ e to lunch！”
it was bessie； i knew well enough； but i did not stir； her light step came tripping down the path。
“you naughty little thing！” she said。 “why don’t you e when you are called？”
bessie